Wake up to two med techs walking in with a softly beeping machine. Roommate stirs awake, they take his blood pressure then mine. It's still slightly dark outside. I pull the covers over my head, knowing sunlight will be streaking in any minute, and drift back to sleep. Over an hour and a half later our door is opened again to a tall black man ( Read more... )

Paul stretched out his legs and got off the bed. He immediately noticed a strange, slightly unpleasant odor in the air. He scratched the back of his leg and adjusted his boxer shorts as he zombie-walked to the kitchen ( Read more... )

I grew up here. I was... 8 years ago. i was 19. Now i'm 27. The war is ovr. I - AM - my favorite and I'm damn poroud to be that. So, ima write this page until the day i die. i'd just liek an audience again. nothing great or super ( Read more... )

Well I am a real person and I have been thinking about this for a long time. "never date a woman who sells herself" bits of wisdom you pick up here or there, or often you find as you get older, you learn them youserlf ( Read more... )

His life seemed perfect. He was intelligent, attractive, well fed, going somewhere (but not there yet) and in brand new love. He was everyone's best friend and confidant, and these are really good people and true friends, not your dime-store drama-gossip fiends. He was young still, but old enough and lived enough to have more experience than ( Read more... )

Paul is a somewhat lazy man. He does the dishes and laundry as rarely as possible. He spends his time on the internet and watching TV. He was running from a past he'd rather forget but it caught up with him. Now he's staring out an attic window in a house he'd rather not be staying. In a town he despises, but something is keeping him here. ( Read more... )

Sitting here, watching the fan circle endlessly as the smoke pours upwards and the ashtray fills ( Read more... )

Jack was this small town kid, you know the kind. Not even 20 in the big city, he's always staring up the way those kind of kids do. Mouth hanging open, eyes wide as the glass, steel, and concrete seem monolithic testamonials to everything he's never seen. He was a good looking kid, sloppy grin and a shaggy mane of reddish brown hair. Clean ( Read more... )

"i'll never forget you" He said, as the chains that bound him for so many years fell away. Kissed her cheeck and watched her drive away. In heart he spoke "How could I..." Letters never sent and half finished poems. If only... If only... too little too late and she was gone ( Read more... )

Consider: the future is essentially unknowable and constantly unfolding at an even rate ( Read more... )